(English Version - I wished his perfume and still wish again)There are people that are like perfumes. Their scents have lingered for years, sometimes forever, no matter how much time has passed, scents have remained in our minds, hearts, bodies and souls, touching us deeply in the profoundest of our self.Unconditional love or passion, impossibles loves to be come to pass and be a real and reciprocal feeling have an aroma of contradictions. It may be fascinanting and boring, sweet and bitter, delightful and painful, real and ideal.

He has this perfume and his scent has lingered for years, a perfume of my love dreams,but so real. I tried to not recall memories of his perfume every year, I swear, Dear God and always felt this perfume on my skin, on my body extremely involved by this pleasure, but also there were smiles and tears. There were moments that I hated this aroma, affecting my entire life, better and worse... its notes had astonishing nuances such as a flashback movie of our few moments together, so important and unique for me, so nostalgic.

I closed my eyes, trying to remind of his perfume, top notes with his almond-shaped eyes, sweet eyes honey-coloured, his bright smile; heart notes with his genteelness, his beauty, his friendship that enchanted my heart and basenotes were him, completely him, notes that I tried to sustain in my life, keeping them alive, passionately in love. I didn't want to lose these olfactory memories of a love, a passion or whatever, but I wished his perfume, I wished him.I gave him my olfaction and my heart without anything in return...unconditionally, but in the bottom of my heart there were hopes of being loved in return, the insane hope of the dreamers, artists, poets. The hopefulness for the perfume which is able to fit to a better half as a cap that seals a fragrance bottle. A perfume for my life, body and soul like those unforgettable love stories, those that neither time and distance nor any other circumstance is able to interfere them. I wished his perfume, I wished him.

I wished his perfume, no matter when, how and where, no matter if someone would be pleased or not with, the perfume would be only him and me, just us, however the aroma seemed to go away , comings and goings, the perfume followed me and stood back. I didn't know if I laughted or cried, if I hated or loved him, if I followed him or stood back from him. A captivating perfume, but hard to find, hard to join our hearts and all senses.And in my youthful dreams of an adult woman, I remembered that it would be possible to have the perfume, to belong to him, each other. I remembered that he was the diary of my life like the notebook by Nicholas Sparks (book and movie) and, then, I remembered of Noah Calhoun and Allison Nelson making promise evoking their love and loyalty each other, fragrant words that I wished him to confess them staring me in the eyes and so did I "you are every reason, every hope, and every dream ive ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours, and darling, you will always be mine"

The perfume, even distant, came to me closer. His aroma floated on the air, I smelt it in a open-hearted way, nearly mesmerized by old memories and subtle hopes but suddenly, a bitter note possessed him, unexpected nuances. A supposed desire of breaking the full bottle, pouring the perfume out, making it disappear was unavoidable... but my feeling for him is unconditional. "Oh God, why?" - I cried inside, a peaceful cry of a mature woman, half a young girl half an adult lady . But after I thought: " Usually we don't choose who we like or love as well as perfumes, love just happens".

What complex perfume! An intriguing smell and so it reminded me of the Notebook again"follow your heart because even though it’s on the left, it’s always right."... I follow my heart , I follow his perfume . He will be always a special perfume, unique and exclusive, it will be my perfume with the pros and cons, but always my perfume, my diary, my passion and my real dream of a notebook story...simply unforgettable.

Do not worryNothing is ever lost or can be lostthe body is sluggish, aged and coldthe ember is left from earlier fires until the flame again(The notebook movie)

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